I’m starting to learn her places that make her go completely weak and surrender to pleasure.
Rose turns her head so our lips can meet and I end my torture.
I fight a smile at her eagerness, and comply.
The second we kiss, heat rushes through my system. I’m burning up. Not just with the urge to pull her in the backseat and explore that sweet, pretty mouth of hers that has me obsessed, but also, to take things further.
Rose shivers when I cup the side of her neck and pull her closer to me. A low noise escapes her as I kiss her deeply, taking my time with her.
When she seems to be on the edge of losing all the oxygen in her lungs, I unlock our lips.
Her quick, short breaths fan over my chin.
“School… late…” she croaks out.
I grin.
School should be the last thing on her mind after the kind ofkissI gave her.
Letting go of her, I put on her seatbelt and press a kiss to her cheek.
Then we’re off to school.
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I’m fucking pissed.
It’s been weeks now but the people at school still stare at us like we’re paintings in the museum. Their gazes watch our actions with so much interest.
I don’t care about people, but my girlfriend does.
She caves in when the attention narrows down on her in a room.
She meets people’s eyes more than mine and she walks closely to me as if she wants to hide in me.
I shoot everyone a death glare, and their eyes avert, but there are some stubborn people who just can’t mind their own fucking business.
As usual, I walk Hope to her class. Before backing off, I lean down and place a quick kiss on her lips.
Of course, it’s not enough for me. And I want a good damn kiss. But the way she wants to be by herself tells me that I should think about her.
I know this is hard for her.
She’s gone from not being looked at to now being stared at. People areseeingher. She is not invisible anymore, as much as she likes to believe that she has an invisibility cloak — she told me about it and I felt like I just got to know her more.
The night we came back from the date, I took her to Marie’s place because she wanted to be with her. I scowled for a whole minute, before she kissed me and gave me a hug.
A hug.
She gave me a hug and I strolled back to my car and drove back home with a big ass grin.
If it wasn’t clear already, I knew it was at that moment.
I love her.
With Hope not being at my place gave me an opportunity to tell my parents to back off and hold their concerns in for this weekend. I knew I was going to have a long, important conversation with them and I was dreading it. It’d be filled with words that I didn’t want to hear. They were adamant about being involved in my life. Which was ironic since they spent nearly two decades being absent.
Sometimes I wonder what’s the reason? Why did they leave? How could they be so cruel?
